eye contact usually comes easy to maddy, she’s subjugated to it almost 24/7, delivering news to patients and talking to fellow practitioners. she’s pretty much a natural, never afraid to focus her attention to the other person with her full gaze…but this situation is proving to crumble all of that to the ground. being within a dozen feet was difficult but now, face to face, she can feel her eyeballs tremble at meeting his eyes.
his observation throws her off guard, bringing her attention now down to her hand rather than his eyes (a small relief actually). crap. she is bleeding, and far more than she’d like. the darkness in her blood beginning to drip onto the tile floor. it’s almost, almost funny to her that they’ve somewhat switched from last time they were together.
she moves with him, slightly dumbstruck and at a loss for words. how should she respond? should she go autopilot and treat it? should she say that she’s seen worse? should she say that she’s been on the receiving end of much worse treatment and this is only a fraction of the pain she’s been in?
maddy decides to do neither, actually mustering a careful smile and says, “sorry for…for almost bleeding on you. i don’t know what i was thinking,” she wrings her hands together out of instinct, now spreading the mess. “c-could you stay and help me with it?”
the irony's not lost on him— how it's now maddy who's bleeding this way and that and staining floors— but beck behaves. he decides that now probably isn't the best time to crack a joke at it, no matter how much he's itching to.
so he's matured, really. this is character development.
but maddy does make it really hard. the discomfort of being together again after the last time in combination with how insistent she is that he actually stick around (is it her first fucking day being alive or something? shit—) only makes the desire to just leave itch more. but he figures if this isn't addressed now, then luna will absolutely swindle him into addressing it later.
and... he's missed maddy too.
so he swallows the discomfort and cocks an eyebrow. "isn't this your job or something?" he questions with a small nod to her hand. he's not trying to insinuate anything, really, just that— doesn't maddy keep people alive every day? shouldn't she be an expert in doing the goody goody things? it has been a while since, you know, beck's tried to mend any wounds.
still, his hands rest on her shoulders as he gently turns her around back toward the kitchen and tap tap taps to guide her back. "wash up before you start painting the town red. luna's gonna think i fuckin' did something." for the record, he didn't! this time! thanks! beck wants the record to show that this was all maddy's doing and maddy's alone!
you know when they say that life sometimes flashes before your eyes during stressful moments? this happened to be one of those stressful moments.
from the moment they locked eyes, maddy’s mind reverted back to the incident, flashes of red and her own scream echoing in the recesses of her mind. a sudden desperation to flee overcomes a part of her brain, a trickle of sweat beading down her spine.
(should she? he's blocking the only way out but there are other rooms in the small apartment. she can easily duck into a corner and cry her eyes out until luna comes...much like she usually does.)
yet, she's rooted herself to her spot, painfully clutching the sharp edge of one of the jars with her hand. the longer she looks, the more rapid her breaths are coming and the faster her heart beats. at this rate, she's praying that her white-haired friend will make a surprise appearance behind him, and clear up this entire mix up.
but maddy knows better.
and while she's debating about running, about evading this entire situation, he's already beating her to it and starting to step away and she's...
a semi-bloodied hand is clutching him by his shirt, faintly tugging him back into the apartment. maddy doesn't know what force propelled her forward, or how she managed to cross the room in 0.5 seconds, but now she's almost face to face with the same person who could never make her think straight.
everything happens kind of quickly. beck fully expected to make a quick getaway, find himself some place warm and entirely new, and pretend like this never happened. but maddy's clutching his shirt with her bloody hand before he knows it and suddenly— suddenly he's just rooted where he stands.
like, yeah, he could pluck her little hands off of him and run into the horizon, but as much as his instincts are telling him to escape, he equally just... doesn't want to. maddy was a friend, once. she saw him once. she treated him like he was still alive once. it's weird to pretend as though none of that had never mattered, or that it doesn't matter to him now.
it's what has him pausing despite his instincts. he grasps maddy's bloody hand and tugs it off his shirt (he has enough bloody shirts, thanks.) and although he'd love to turn on his heels and hightail it out of there, he just... pauses. maddy has a weird way of making him do that. he keeps maddy's hand in his, blood and all, and dares a small step back.
"you're bleeding everywhere," he comments, "weirdo." see! he's totally over what happened! he can make jokes about it so obviously he's fully and wholly healed! like— there's obviously no problem between them and that's why he's so nonchalant!
beck is, however, closer to puking the longer he's around maddy. so when he drops her hand, he ushers her more inside to where they can be in the same space but very clearly not in the same space.
FETCH was so close to just dropping everything and leaving, he could feel all his muscles twitching. He may have been brought up on a farm but that was a long time ago and besides he was not the one who did all the farming. "Y'know, you could just do it yoursel-- oh wait, you can't." The man snickered slightly. "I'm doing my bloody best and if you don't stop yer whining I swear on my mother's grave, I will find an exorcist to shut you up permanently."
His hands did start to move more carefully as he leaned to retrieve the plant from its current box - pot - and slowly clean the old soil off it. "Don't we like need to clean it and make sure there aren't any root infections?" Fetch's head turned to the side as he looked critically at Beck's green child. He was so lost. He really wished his sister was here, she'd know what to you. "Could'ya please try not to explode my phone and replay that last bit of the video? Just double checking if we didn't miss any steps."
A drop of sweat was slowly rolling down his temple and he could feel it tickling. He also knew that if he decided to brush it off, Beck would consider that an attack on the succulent. Probably.
fetch does a lot of talking for someone who doesn't produce any fucking results. like, shit, beck can't even count on one mortal to repot a plant for him and— isn't that what they're alive for? he rolls his eyes. "i don't know. isn't that what you're here for?" had beck been able to do this himself, he would have saved himself the time and a headache— and he thought he was done feeling those!
but whatever, he decides. he'll be gracious. he's careful, concentrated, as he holds out a finger. soft little tap tap taps are made against the glass as if he's the world's worst bomb handler, and when the battery keeps, beck decides to just go balls to the wall and swipe all the way across the damn thing. it works; he's restarted the video. but he's also restarted the video.
that's fine, right?
"are you sure you're like... alive? aren't alive people supposed to know this stuff?" this stuff being keeping things alive, obviously. and in this case, it is absolutely not important to remember that beck too was once living. with a bratty huff, beck sits himself right on the floor and with another eye roll, he's questioning all of fetch's qualifications. "maybe we should ask another living person. make you two race or something just to check how living you actually are. this is concerning."
this was...rather confusing. maddy only meant to drop some things off, assuming that luna would be home. she hadn’t expected the silence and the unusualness of luna leaving a note for her. placing the groceries on the counter, maddy carefully picked up the torn piece of paper, scanning the letters as they read:
out. back soon. chill while i come back. - L
the brunette gave a short purse of her lips, letting out a soft sigh. luna had a funny way of being somewhat flimsy and flighty, not that maddy is complaining (hospital shifts also made her as such). Yet, luna’s been even more flighty and leaving her in situations alone.
ever since the…incident, maddy has altogether been completely out of sorts. her head has been spinning and the more she tries to make sense of it, the less she can seem to grasp. she’s pondered the literature and questioned a pastor or two about it but to no avail. beck’s alarming state of being has riddled out all logical thought.
not to mention, the uncomfortable ache left in her heart.
such ache keeps flaring up now and then, even worse when luna tried to have a conversation about him last week. it was altogether strange to have the white-haired woman want to initiate communication, let alone something as deeply sensitive as his being. maddy attempted to put it to rest, lest it put their relationship at risk, but luna insisted.
even then it was hard to stomach.
carefully placing the note back on the counter, maddy began the process of rifling through the bags, producing several jars of peanut butter (a not-so-subtle request from luna). she organizes them by expiration date when a noise is picked up by her ears.
“home already?” she presumes it’s luna, no one else has a key but her and the latter. “i don’t see why you would need so much, but I grabbed a few and made sure that they’re—”
she turns and lets out an audible gasp, green eyes staring. “I-I…didn’t know you were here.”
beck stops by luna's place often enough to be haunting it. regardless of whether or not luna allows it (or rather, loudly complains about his presence), beck spends many nights tucked in her couch cushions— especially with the weather turning colder. him being an unwanted roommate is usual.
what's unusual is luna enticing him with food. like— beck's a man. he's a simple, one-celled organism. it takes very little for him to be interested in any given plan. so when luna told him there were treats in store for him if he camped up, beck's a bit suspicious.
he'd be damned if he gave up free food, but he's still suspicious.
beck rolls up to luna's with a fresh sketchbook under his arm (courtesy of the five finger discount, of course,) and tunnel vision for luna's couch to while the woman waits on his every beck and call. pun not intended. the warmth of the inside hits him first, and then—
shit.
he's frozen right where he stands, between the door and the hallway beckoning him to make a quick getaway as if he were never here to begin with. his body can't seem to make a decision either way— to continue further into the lion's den or to turn around and pretend none of this had ever happened. he just... stays. hand on the doorknob, door wide open, he stays. he can't figure out how to do anything else.
he's totally going to scoop a dick-shaped hole into all of luna's condiments, though. later.
"likewise," he manages. his eyes finally flick over to maddy. it's only after seeing her that his feet get brave— take insecure little steps back out the door.
"i didn't... know you guys were hanging out. i'll be out, then."
"fuck no!!" luna's full body does a weird, and rare, instance of discomfort and disgust by scrunching up her face and raising her shoulders to her ears. why would she WANT to know that shit?? she doesn't even have any remote interest in what color earrings maddy wears, let alone who she fucks. now that beck has even suggested that horrible possibility, luna is helplessly trying to block the image of her closest girl friend and him doing the nasty in any which way.
she spits up the mouthful of ice cream that she was going to swallow, dropping it back into the tub of ice cream. wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she mirrors his bird until he admits the truth. "you told her? you told maddy?"
fucking great. fucking G-R-E-A-T. it's not luna's business, of course, whether beck spouts his shit and reveals what he is, but did he have to tell the person who would take it the hardest? now everything is actually clicking into place and luna hates nothing more than being wrapped up in drama.
"you really could've just fucked her," she sighs, putting the tub of ice cream now by his good hand. then maybe maddy would've been a glowing, deflowered and annoyingly extra happy person than the skittish and extra anxious woman she was of late.
one hand sifts through her hair, visibly wincing at her next words. "I could...talk to her about this. maddy's naive but she's unnervingly forgiving. maybe she'll look past-" she gestures to all of him- "this." not to mention, once they make up, he can use maddy's infinite pantry for lube substitutes but she'd rather not make that "helpful" suggestion.
listen. beck gets it, okay? he gets that this looks like it's all his fault, because he's the only one with cards to show, and maddy's all weird and stuff because of it. he gets the path luna's taken from point a to b but—
but it's not his fault this time, okay? it didn't happen however luna thinks it did, and beck didn't mean for it to happen at all. he didn't mean to ruin things like this. he didn't. so he quiets. there's no use arguing— correcting luna on what actually happened, saving his dignity, whatever— so beck only rolls back onto his back and stares at luna's bathroom ceiling, wonders how many crimes he must have committed in his past lives to get a friend who only thinks the worst of him.
not that he's given her any reason to think otherwise, but still.
"that's up to you," he says finally. he sighs into the air like he has breath to sigh. "it'd probably be good for her to have someone to talk to about it or something. i don't think she's really in the mood to look past this." beck lifts his hand and motions to himself, too. there's not really any looking past that he's dead. no matter how much he and luna ignore it, beck is what he is. dead.
"she probably doesn't know that you know anyway. you can have a sleepover about it and trauma bond. cute."
her gaze narrows at his snort, a slight purse in her lips. didn't maddy like beck? had luna been reading all those weird signals incorrectly? granted, luna has hardly had a semblance of a love life nor has she harbored any romantic feelings for anyone she can think of. hell, her life's been so fucked, she doesn't even know if that'll ever be in her cards. but! she can surmise that maddy has been harboring something for the half-dead guy in front of her...and it's definitely more than friendly.
"waddaya mean 'shitting her pants?" she asks, a hint of disbelief slipping through the end. "no, she hasn't said anything about you. in fact, she hasn't mentioned you at all...did something happen between you two?"
normally, luna would stay out of people's business, only because she couldn't give a shit about anyone but herself, but this has definitely piqued her interest. it wasn't every day that her two closest (rather, ONLY) friends were having issues within close proximity to her...
especially about each other.
she rolls her eyes at his assumption, but can't help but silently agree. there was a very, very, very small number of people luna could consider agreeable enough to hang around and, she regrettably confesses to herself, beck happens to be on that short list. she proves such companionship with him by handing him her spoon, resting now on the floor with him. "how weird? you didn't try to...y'know?" she furrows her brows, a shiver of disgust running through her figure. the last thing she needed was details of whatever-the-fuck they were doing together, especially after the shit beck was doing with her peanut butter.
she sighs then, taking back the spoon and refilling it with ice cream. "...thank fuck she's not."
beck has to tell himself that no, it's actually not that crazy that maddy hasn't mentioned anything about him. considering his pure existence is enough to give her a heart attack, it actually makes sense that she'd tuck every detail of him in a file in her brain labeled do not open. but the bigger, more annoying side of him is kind of offended! there's so much to mention about him! how sweet he is, how cute and handsome he is, how nice his hair is, how he has a big fat dic—
"—jesus fuckin' christ, luna—" he's rolling around, flopping onto his belly like a sea bass just to raise his eyebrows properly at her. "if maddy and i fucked, would you want to know? like, actually. you'd wanna know every which way i fucked her?"
it figures, though, that luna's mind would automatically go there. beck's kinda that guy, and maddy's kinda that girl who would fall for it. but let the record show that he's not that guy with maddy! and that's why he's flipping luna the bird, sure to swap arms he's leaning on so she gets a fuck you with his right hand, in case she couldn't understand the one from his left. see? beck's considerate.
"she just... found out i was dead, i guess." the little flip of his hand does kind of suggest that it wasn't as traumatic as it was, and, to be fair, it was really only traumatic for one of them. and it wasn't beck. "she didn't take it as well as you did." for the record, it's not really her fault. it's not beck's fault either, and all of that arguably makes everything like, a shit load worse.
but it's cool. beck's really cool as he rolls back over— the world's coldest rotisserie chicken— and stretches his legs out on luna's sink. the woman should get a bigger bathroom, honestly.
she's gonna pretend she didn't hear that, continuing to nurse the ache in her back. luna has much, much more important things to do than experiment with non-lube substitutes. in fact, she has a very important business deal in the works that needs tending to, but she'll worry about that later tonight.
"she's...doing things," she shrugs halfheartedly. maddy has been unusually quiet as of late, her bubbly-ness not so bubbly. luna would typically chalk that behavior up to double shifts in the clinic or patient complications but maddy would've made that known. lately, in the times that luna has visited, maddy barely meets her eyes, leaving food and drink ready for the former and skating off to her room. "fuck off," she says, with no heat behind her words. "maddy's been weird. i dunno what the fuck happened to her, but something's...different."
it's more than luna likes to admit, but she can't help it. beck knows maddy well enough at this point, so luna figures she'd offload a bit of her concerns. speaking of which--
"do you think...you could visit her soon?" she asks, switching hands on the ice cream tub. "she likes you, right? maybe that'll make her stop being weird."
oh maddy's been different, has she? seems pretty obvious, considering beck kinda left her questioning everything she knows simply by existing. but like, hey, beck didn't ask to die and never move onto an afterlife, did he? and! and maddy didn't ask to befriend some dead kid, did she? how fucking cruel it is, that they've ended up here.
"does she?" beck snorts. like seems generous. "she was all but shitting her pants last i saw her." which again! isn't her fault! there isn't really a good way to react to finding out someone you've befriended is actually dead. but beck was once alive too, and the alive parts of him still hold hurt for that.
the dead parts think she's right, though. the dead parts don't blame her.
so the dead parts shove the alive parts down down down, making them quiet even though the bitterness— the hurt, it seems— wants to be louder. maybe time has done him some good, after all. "she didn't say anything about me, did she?" it's rhetorical, the way beck asks it now. "never thought you'd be asking me to grace anyone with my presence but, damn. maybe you do like having me around."
beck's free hand waves around, waiting for luna's spoon. "things are weird with maddy." duh. "she's not like you."
"i said softly, you fuck. i'm so fucking serious—" this is beck's third attempt at gardening, though he can't quite call it his attempt. see— attempt number one led to his tiny succulent shriveling up like a has-been diva, flopped over the side of its little pot like every single hope and dream beck's ever had. he figured, okay. maybe watering it everyday wasn't the move. that led to attempt number two, where beck did the opposite. and thus, the second succulent left in beck's care dried up right before his eyes.
but he's going to get it right this time, goddammit. he's going to get it right because this time, beck's burdened someone else to garden for him! so if beck has an anti-plant curse placed on him, it's immediately null and void because it's fetch doing a shit job of transplanting this succulent! it's not beck's fault! and maybe beck will find something he's good at that he never would've discovered while he was alive!
"—if you kill gerald, honest to god i'm gonna milk piss from a cat and pour it on your pillow."
beck clutches his chest where his heart should be, face scrunching up as if he's in pain. and he is! thanks! "i trusted you! i trusted you with a beloved snack and you betrayed me! that's at least five bags worth of betrayal!"
Sorom let out an annoyed huff as she watched each pencil he'd stolen thrown back in to her studio, leaving a little mess for her to return to in the morning. The audacity of this man was honestly a little impressive, though not as charming as he would have liked to believe as Sorom still kept the same look on her face as he continued to lightly mock.
Eyes cross in the middle as she stood there and just watched as he touched her nose. Same eyes rolled after he finished speaking. She was too timid, too shy, to give a reaction to it, standing there for a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts and repeat everything that happened in the last few chaotic minutes, trying to piece together just how she'd ended up there. "I wasn't trying to be rude, I just..." Her low voice went even more quiet, hand now clenched tightly around her measuring tape in her purse. "It seems sad, is all. If you're not sealing for the money, then you don't have anywhere to really be, do you? There's nothing expensive to seal out of the studio anyways, so..." She gave him a look over, frowning. Of everything he'd thrown back inside, the sketchbook was securely locked in his bag. "It's really late. Everywhere else is closed, I only stayed open to get a few more designs in...do you not have a place to stay?"
she's quite lucky that beck doesn't care for explanations (which is quite funny since he has all the time in the world now, isn't it?). "damn dude," is all he says at first because... how could he not? he's been around this girl for less than an hour and she's insulted him twice now. if he had any pride left, he might be upset by it. "i'm poor and sad. couldn't just give me one struggle to handle first?"
it's whatever though. he's met enough people like her— all well meaning until they decide he's not the perfect picture of someone who needs help. which, for the record, he doesn't. not anymore, anyway. beck holds his hands up, caught in the spotlight of her pitying eyes. "i mean, i'm not trying to be rude, but if you're here this late too, you don't really have a place to be either." beck came out here looking for fun and something to draw with, but it's not even worth it anymore! he has a new notebook and for what? a couple of insults from a lady who clearly thinks lesser of him! all this trouble and for what— "tell ya' what—" beck's backpack slides off his shoulders, hands quickly rummaging through his things to hand the sketchbook back to her. "i know your heart fuckin' bleeds just looking at me and whatever you think my story is, but i don't even want it anymore— honest to god. if y'wanna do something for me just take it back, shit."
it kind of happens in slow motion: the squint of beck's eyes, the slow lean into the phone, and then the loud groan as he waves the offending material away. "is this the same person who said you look like their mom on the first date?" listen, beck's not anywhere near being a make good choices extraordinaire but! being a red flag himself, he's like, eighty percent sure that this is bad news. "are you trying to inspire a shitty sitcom about your dating life?"
listen, i'm back home now, i'm thinking about things, and i saw the maxton hall gifset floating around and i was like. yk what. carrying people is elite content, and gdi y'all deserve elite content! as always, DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! and there's a lil spicy addition under the readmore, but i left it there just in case people prefer to have a not-so-spicy version.
[ SLUMBER ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver because they're so sound asleep that they won't easily wake up.
[ INTERCEPT ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver out of the room because they're angry and on the brink of engaging in a fight with someone.
[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily.
[ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.
[ ELATION ]: sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news (or maybe they're both just very happy for some reason!)
[ HOME ]: sender picks up the receiver to carry them over the threshold of their new home.
[ AID ]: sender finds the receiver too weak to move, and scoops them up to carry them to get some help.
[ UP ]: sender finds the receiver and picks them up to carry them a distance after learning they're unable to get up.
[ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes.
[ WEARY ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall asleep during a task, and picks them up to carry them to bed so that they can actually sleep properly for once.
[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.
[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt.
[ FLASH ]: the sender and receiver are part of a photoshoot, and in order to finish the last of the photos, the sender scoops up the receiver in their arms for the final pose.
[ TRAIN ]: during a training session (for a fight or a performance, dealer's choice!) the sender ends up holding the receiver in their arms during their session together.
[ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury.
[ OUT ]: sender grabs the receiver and lifts them into their arms after noticing them swaying and beginning to lose consciousness.
[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.
[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.
[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.
[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace.
[ FURTHER ]: sender, during an increasingly passionate make-out session with the receiver, suddenly takes them in their arms and carries them towards the bedroom to continue their evening in private.
Sorom made a disgusted face at his crude words, snatching back her measuring tape that was worn down but still useable. She pocketed it in her purse rather than leaving it out on her table -- not that his warning spooked her or anything, but she wasn't about to let the sentimental item go missing, even if it didn't have any value.
"Please." She gestured for him to step out of her studio so she could finally lock up behind the both of them, this time sure they were truly the last people in it. She doubted he'd left a buddy in the back to cause more chaos, which gave her even more reason to pocket her tape -- her free hand was in the bag and running a finger over the delicate coil. "If you're stealing pens and erasers from a designing studio, you live either the most boring life, or a really sad one. Sometimes tells me you wouldn't have anything to pay for a date, anyways." Though, with how he grasped the fresh sketchbook, her heart ached a little imagining that something so little must have been a real gift for him. "Stealing from strangers won't get you very far. Gives a bad impression to some people...are you trying to look for work?"
"so that's how it is, huh?" how disappointing. beck gets caught with a couple pencils in his pockets and, what, this girl thinks she knows his whole life story? it's not the first time something like this has happened— someone still alive tries to fill in all the blanks beck leaves about his life in the worst way— but it's still just too damn bad that it's come to this. he does follow (like the nice guy he is, by the way!) with a sharp snort and a shake of his head. but! not before reaching into his pockets and annoyingly tossing each bit of stationary back inside like a shitty game of darts. all, of course, except the sketchbook. no no, that's slipped very delicately into his backpack. it's payment, after all! he deserves this!
"some people don't steal to get by, princess." silly girl. "but if i needed to steal, wouldn't i take something worth more than a couple cents?" she is right about one thing: beck doesn't have the means to pay for a date, especially one she's probably expecting. he unfortunately can't take out a mortgage to pay for her wagyu steak and thousand-year-aged wine. his hands clasp over his chest where his heart should be, touched, absolutely fucking moved by all her impromptu advice. "love that you're looking out for me babe, i really do, but if i cared that much about my reputation, i would've made more effort in not being caught. tell you what—" a single finger reaches out and taps the tip of her nose— "forget about the date. we would never have worked out anyway. consider us star crossed lovers. could never be, you and i."
"i dunno, go haunt her place, for all i care," she grimaces while handling some of the aforementioned substitutes, tossing them into the nearest trash bin. "she'll even cook you a three-course meal for visiting."
despite the sarcasm dripping from her tongue, luna can confirm that maddy would bend over backwards for anyone. hell, luna has visited more times than she can count-- more often unannounced!--and maddy would always accommodate for her best friend.
she hesitates for a moment, now checking her freezer, deeming if he deserved the bag of peas shelved at the bottom. well, so far, her tub of ice creams seem to be untouched. based on the dents and all, luna can tell she was the last culprit at scarfing down the frozen treat.
she grumbles and gives a pathetic shake of her head, swiping the bag (and a tub of ice cream!). "fucking crybaby," the bag drops dramatically at his feet, close to combusting but not quite.
luna holds the tub to her still-aching backside, sighing at the cold penetrating her skin. "...my peas are for your wrist only."
"you can't fool me. you'd be fucking your peanut butter if i went anywhere else." it's true! beck's like... not entirely sure what luna does when he's not around, but he's certain that he's the main character of her life! like— look at them now! how much zest can a gal have without a beckett seong in their life?
not a lot, beck's sure.
besides, there's that whole thing with maddy that beck's not entirely sure is still a thing or not. she's really sweet— maddy is— like, far more than beck deserves. it's just.... beck's beck, you know? and maddy's... you know? alive. alive and looking at beck through rose-colored glasses when the reality is that beck's just messy. grimy.
beck rolls over and claims the bag of peas (peanut butter peas now, actually) to hold against his wrist. "how's she, anyway?" he hums. his head lolls to the side, eyes luna curiously. he is curious about maddy. "she's still putting up with your frigid ass so she must be sane, at least. or... maybe insane to still be dealing with you."
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